"Hehe, who would know if you didn't? Weren't you satisfied last night? Why not continue tonight?" Mark Reed grinned mischievously as he wrapped his arms around Valentine Teller's waist, his dark eyes filled with a glimmer of desire.
"Get off, I don't want to."
Valentine's face flushed with embarrassment, unable to break free from Mark's grip, she began playfully hitting him.
Mark didn't dodge or flinch, letting her hit him. Valentine couldn't bear to actually hurt him; it was all just playful banter. He thoroughly enjoyed it, babbling, "Go on, keep going, then you won't be jealous."
Seeing the look of enjoyment on Mark's face, Valentine was both amused and exasperated, glaring at him before pulling her hand back. "I'm done, you're all sweaty and stinky, hitting you dirties my hands."
"Does it stink?" Mark lifted his shirt to sniff, there was a slight smell of sweat, but it wasn't offensive. It was definitely an alluring masculine scent.
